Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Where did the quiet amicable child go?

I wrote previously about the small tantrums which as of the present have evolved into thermal nuclear temper tantrums. Ok, compared to what I've seen elsewhere, they really are not that bad, but surely feel that way when you are in public.

You often hear people talk about their love of infants, the newborn smell, and holding the tiny little bundle. I'll admit, it is endearing, and I loved my daughter no less as a result, but honestly, I just find the infant age so boring. They are too young to respond to anything you really do - and 99% of the time, that smile you think you saw, was likely gas. For me - I like the 1 - 5 year mark, that's when they are really fun.

My daughter's is 21 months and her independence and personality are growing and blossoming. She runs to me for hugs, gives me kisses on the cheek and waves bye-bye when it's time for me to leave Daycare in the morning so she can run off to play with her friends. She looks at me with adoration and is constantly working to impress me with something or pull out a book or toy to play with. She gets to watch 30 minutes of Treehouse (A Canadian childrens' network) in the evenings while I prepare dinner and it's a great feeling when she sits on the couch and pats the seat beside her motioning for me to join her for a bit.

Don't misunderstand my glowing adoration for my daughter. Along with the growing intelligence and sweet personality hides a Mr. Hyde. As my child continues to experiment with cause an effect, we find sometimes a little troll emerges who stomps her feet, slams the floor and screams when she doesn't get something she wants. In her defence, it's sometimes out of pure frustration with Mom & Dad. I mean, why don't Mom and Dad get it, how much more clear could "ah da baba ba galk" be? They just don't get me.... famous words of a future teenager. Don't get me wrong, I don't struggle with dealing with the episodes, nonetheless, it doesn't mean I would prefer to avoid them.

And as frustrating as it can be at times with the tantrums - toddlerhood is still my favourite age. I really enjoy seeing that little personality grow and establish itself, new words that flow from their mouths, and laughter that emerges as she finds delight in something. Even the little fits that drive me a little crazy, oddly enough I enjoy because I know its her attempts to assert herself and communicate with me. I smirk when I see the tiny little pants, shirts and socks and the funny way they run. If I could have my way, lock them in a cycle for the next 7 years, and that way I can avoid teenager hood.

(Exclaimer -- not a real picture of my daughter, but you get the idea)